Sleeeeeep...

What I really want is a one-month vacation.

One week to sleep. Two weeks to go off gallivanting to exciting places, or possibly do exciting home-renovation projects. One week to settle back in, cook, clean, do laundry, and get back into a go-to-work mindspace.

Mostly I want the week of sleep, but in order to have it I need the other three weeks to get everything else done and still be rested enough to go back to work refreshed and not feeling like death warmed over.

I'm moving in seventeen days, on the 30th. I'm on "vacation" as of the morning of the 25th. I'll likely be spending at least part of that day asleep. That gives me four days to finish packing/cleaning, one afternoon to move (the 30th, once ai731 and t! are moved out), and six days to unpack/move in/clean up and re-do the upstairs floor. Then I go back to work.

I'm not sure if I've whined enough about this yet. I can't wait to see what I'll sound like after I've finished my nine consecutive nights (96 hours in total) of night shift. None of which is considered overtime, I might add, which is irksome in the extreme. Doubtless I shall whine even more. I've developed a talent for it.

Is it the full moon?

I thought I saw a full moon last night while biking home. As it is, we've had nothing but nutbars calling all week, threatening to kill people.

Yeesh.